I was looking at an image of a frightened, disheveled man on my laptop, via a live feed from my brother. He was the customs officer in charge of the inspection of the Ocean Princess at Beirut harbor. Apparently, the ship had already set sail for the Port of Santos, where Teixeira’s men would be awaiting its arrival.
Ocean Princess“Tell us everything you know!” Captain Smith shouted at the unfortunate man. He had already undergone several minutes of waterboarding and seemed ready to cooperate.
The State Department had put pressure on the Lebanese Government to hand the man over to us for interrogation. Besides being a board member of the Peterson Foundation, our father was also a retired army general and a personal friend of the Secretary of State.
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